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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.