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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.