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 Saudi Arabia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.