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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Ronan,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.