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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.