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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Standells,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Brick,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.