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 Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.