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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.