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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.