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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
cv313,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.