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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.