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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.