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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.