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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.