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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.