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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.