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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.