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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
The Remains,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.