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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.