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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.