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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
CMW,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.