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 France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.