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 Norway 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.