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 Albania 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.