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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Normal,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Japan,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.