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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.