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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.