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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 theremin 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 CMW to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.