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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.