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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.