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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.