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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.