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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.