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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.