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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.