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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.