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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.