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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.