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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
June Days,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.