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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.