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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.