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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Q65,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.