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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.