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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.