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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.