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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mars 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 grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.