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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.