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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.