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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Brick,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.