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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.