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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.