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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.