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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.