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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Cure,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.