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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.