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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Can,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
June Days,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.