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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Victims to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.