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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Can,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
MDC,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.