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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.