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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Slave,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.