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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.