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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.