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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Magma,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.