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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.