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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.