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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
The Index,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Nas,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.