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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.