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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Red Krayola 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.