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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Television to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.