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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.