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 Liberia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Japan,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.