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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
ABC,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.