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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach 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?
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.