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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.