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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.