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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.