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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Cluster,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.