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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Fear,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Television,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.