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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.