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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.