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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.