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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.