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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Gang Green,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.