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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Lyres,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.