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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Rakim to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Japan,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
MC5,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.