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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.