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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.