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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.