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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.