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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Can,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.