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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.