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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.