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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
JFA,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
New Order,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.