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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.