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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.