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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.