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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.