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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mars to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.