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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.