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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.