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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.