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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.