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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.