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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Joensuu 1685 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.