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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.