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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Saints,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.