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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.