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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.