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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.