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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.