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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.