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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.