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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.