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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Cymande 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.