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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.