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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.