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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.