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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.