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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Interpol,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.