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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.