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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.