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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.