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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.