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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.