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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Crime,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Roxette,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.