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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Pole,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.