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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.