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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.