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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.