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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.