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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.