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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.