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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
New Order,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.