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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.