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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.