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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Lalann,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.