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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.