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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.