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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.