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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.