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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.