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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.