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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.