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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.