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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.