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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Pagans,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.