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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Slits to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.