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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.