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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.