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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.