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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
New Order,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.