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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.