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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Liliput 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.