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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.