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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.