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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
The Martian,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.