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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.