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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 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 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.