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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.