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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.