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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.