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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.