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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.