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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.