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 Botswana 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.