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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Crime,
Wire,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.