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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.