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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harmonia 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
The Slits,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.