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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.