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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Monks,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Fear,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.