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 Uruguay 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.