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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.