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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
the Association,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.