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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.