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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.