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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.