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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.