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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Swans,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.