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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.