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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.