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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.