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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.