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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.