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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.