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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.