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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.