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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
UT,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.