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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.