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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.