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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
UT,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Monks,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.