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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.