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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Technova,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.