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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.