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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.