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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.