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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Wire,
The Standells,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.