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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.