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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.