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 Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.