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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Brick,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.