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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.