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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
CMW,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.