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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
DNA,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.