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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
John Cale,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.