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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.