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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.