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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.