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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Swans,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.