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 Maldives 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.