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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Television,
The Cure,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.