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 Kuwait 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.