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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Gong,
Ossler,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Hashim,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.