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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Swans,
10cc,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.