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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.