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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.