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 France and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.