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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.