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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.