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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.