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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.