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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.