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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.