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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.