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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 John Cale 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Swans,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.