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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.