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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow 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 techno 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Technova,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.