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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.