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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.