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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.