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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.