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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.