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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.