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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.