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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.