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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.