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 India and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.