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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.