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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.