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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.