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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.