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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.