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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.