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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.