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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.