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 Algeria 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
cv313,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.