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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
UT,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.