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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.