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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.