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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.