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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.