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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.