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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Quantec,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.