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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.