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 San Marino and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.