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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.