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 Jordan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.