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 Zimbabwe 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.