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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.