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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.