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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
UT,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
June Days,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.