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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.