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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
The Standells,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.