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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.