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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.