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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.