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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.