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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.