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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.