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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Brick,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.