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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.