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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.