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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.