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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Can,
Skriet,
Gong,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.