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 Liberia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.