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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.