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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.