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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.