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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Franke,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.