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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.