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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
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 Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.