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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 snare 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Index,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.