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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Technova,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.