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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.