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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.