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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.