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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.