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 France 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.