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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
cv313,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.