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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.