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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.