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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.