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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Magma,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.