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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Interpol,
The Names,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.