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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gong to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
AZ,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.