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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.