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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.