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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.