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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.