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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Eli Mardock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.