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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.