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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.