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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.