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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Aswad,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.