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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.