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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.