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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.