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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
The Doors,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.