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 Greece and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.