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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.