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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.