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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.