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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Pole,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.