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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.