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 Belgium and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Swans to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.