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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.