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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Rakim,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
ABBA,
PIL,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.