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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.