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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Scientists,
DNA,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.