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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.