Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scion. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Slave,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.