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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.