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 Greece 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.