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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.