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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.