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 Grenada and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.