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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.