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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.