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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Wire,
Crime,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.