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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.