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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Ituana,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.