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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Q65,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.