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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.