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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.