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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.