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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann 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 Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Wings,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.