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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.