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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.