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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues 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 punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.