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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.