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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.