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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.