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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.