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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.