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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.