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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.