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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Organ,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.