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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.