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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Swans,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.