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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.