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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Mars,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.