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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.