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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.