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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.