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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
The Martian,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.