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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Visage 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Excepter,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.