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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Black Dice to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Can,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.