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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.