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 Fiji and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.