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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.