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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.