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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.