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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Nico,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.