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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
cv313,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.