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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.