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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.