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 Morocco and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.