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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
X-101,
Mars,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.