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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.