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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
The Move,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Cymande,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.