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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.