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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ludus to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Interpol,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.