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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.