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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
The Martian,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.