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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Make Up,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.