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 South Sudan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.