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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Nico,
Ludus,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.