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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.