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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.