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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
10cc,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.