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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.