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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.