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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 the Normal to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.