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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.