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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.