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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Television,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.