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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.