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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.