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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.