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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.