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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Index,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.