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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.