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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.