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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.