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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.