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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.