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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.