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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.