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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.