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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.