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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Pole,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Neu!,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.