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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.