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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
MC5,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.