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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.