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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 güiro 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.