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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Aswad,
10cc,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.