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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.