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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
DNA,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.