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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.