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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Remains to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.