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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.