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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.