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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.