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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.