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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.