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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.