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 Libya and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Gong,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.