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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Television,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.