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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.