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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Q and Not U 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.