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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
10cc,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.