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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
The Index,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.