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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.