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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.