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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Names to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.