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 Norway and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Television,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.