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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.