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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.