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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.