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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Symarip,
Wings,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.