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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.