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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.