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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.