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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.