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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.