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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Crime,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.