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 Kenya 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 the Association to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.