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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.