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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
cv313,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.