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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.