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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Index,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.