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 Comoros 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.