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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Scion,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.