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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.