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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.