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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.