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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monks to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.