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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.