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 Thailand 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.