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 Canada and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
10cc,
Television,
Swans,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
MDC,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.