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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.