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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.