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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.