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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.