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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.