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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.