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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.