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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Yazoo 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.