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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.