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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.