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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Faust,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.