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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.