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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.