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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.