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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Smog,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.