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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.