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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.