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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.