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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.