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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fall to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.