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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.