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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.