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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Monks,
The Index,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Skriet,
ABC,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.