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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Wire,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.