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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
UT,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.