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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.