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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.