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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.