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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.