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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
X-101,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.