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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.