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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
DNA,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.