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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.