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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Wire,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.