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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.