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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.