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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.