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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 United States of America to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter 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?
Pylon,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Technova,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.