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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.