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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.