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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.