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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.