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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.