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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Index,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.