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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Ossler,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.