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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.