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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice 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?
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.