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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.