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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.