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 Norway 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Skaos to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Soft Machine,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.