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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.