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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.