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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.