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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.