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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
MC5,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.