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 Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.