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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.