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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.