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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.