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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.