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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.