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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Star Department to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Index,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.