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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.